"Mammy too," added Violet.
"And dear, dear grandpa and grandma; and oh, so many more," said Elsie.
Rose was called grandma now, by her own request.
"Yes, dear grandpa and grandma, and so many more," echoed the other two.
"But Jesus the best gift of all, mamma," continued little Elsie.
"Yes, my precious ones," returned the mother, in moved tones, "Jesus the
best of all; for He loves you better than even papa and mamma do, and
though they should be far away, He is ever near, ready and able to help
you. Now, Eddie, what is your verse?"
"A little prayer, mamma, 'Lord help me.'"
"A prayer that I hope will always be in my children's hearts when trouble
comes, or they are tempted to any sin. The dear Saviour loves to have you
cry to Him for help, and He will give it."
"Now Vi's tex', mamma," lisped the little one on her knee. "'Jesus wept.'"
"Why did Jesus weep, little daughter?"
"'Cause He so tired? so sick? naughty mans so cross to Him?"
"No, dear; it was not for any sorrow or trouble of His own that Jesus shed
those tears. Can you tell us why it was, Elsie?"
"Yes, mamma; He was so sorry for poor Martha and Mary, 'cause their
brother Lazarus was dead."
"Yes, and for all the dreadful sufferings and sorrows that sin has brought
into the world.
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